Page 21 - CPS Chronicle Issue 23 April 2026

Small, uncertain single loop,

Nameless thoughts caught in a hoop.

With every stitch it rhymes;

Push through your hardest times,

Yarn over, trust something new,

Pull through, to the other side view.

Control even the mistakes

For it to be in perfect shapes.

As the sky changes hue,

Yellow, orange to purple view,

Through your fingers, holding memories

Each row feels like moments in movies

A conversation, a song, a thought,

Or a person in mind I fought.

By the end it’s warmth

Mental, physical, affectionate warmth

Handing hours of your life

After being in a strife

Stitched together with care it says:

I stayed, I worked, I thought of you.

By Fatma AlBalushi

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